I am what you are not,

A being of fire and heat,

A being of passion and desire,

A being that can't be beaten.

But you, you are cold as an ice cube,

A being of frost and chill,

A being of indifference and detachment,

A being that cannot be filled.

We may be different in every way,

But in this vast and lonely world,

We both must find our own way,

And hope that our paths unfurl.

So while you may be cold as ice,

And I may burn with fierce intensity,

We both must find our own paradise,

And hope that our destinies will be.

Poem prompt by Chat GPT